Description:This is a journal entry from a few days ago. It got a good response, and it's windy again today, so I think it's appropriate.

The Wind Brings Spring-------------------------------------------

It's weirdly windy today: the trashcans are going down like dominoes; lawn chairs are flying through the air. Earlier I saw a large piece of newspaper out of the corner of my eye and thought it was a dog. I really like how the elm leaves look like they're some sort of alien mammals walking awkwardly until the wind picks them up and turns them into scared birds completely at its mercy.

The sky cried several times today, and its face looks really angry; I'm waiting for a severe tantrum. Oh well, it may be cold and windy, but the wisteria is blooming like fireworks exploding, so it's spring indeed. On days like this, I wish that nature could loan me a fraction of her energy.

Amy, I loved the many descriptions of things that lent this write such charm;the newspaper dog the aliens aka elm leaves and then "scared birds", and the wonderful puffy faced sky, who " cried several times today". I liked your wry comment at the end,-and agree that spring is aptly named, -she "springs" into action, while the rest of the world is wiping the winter sand from sleepy eyes. It always takes me a few weeks to catch up with that one!

Different from you, but I like it as it still has your quirky observations. Sally

I like this too, Amy, and I think one more windy day would give you enough to write a poem about. I think I would keep this and work it into a poem. Mother Nature is changing herself, as the pollen moves around in this season, but that's a broader idea. Thanks for sharing this one. Love and hugs, Nan

beautiful journal entry. I wish mine were so prolific and poetic. sometimes they are, but mostly they are whining, why can't I have what I want kind of entries. see, you're not the only whiner around here! my husband told me once: you'd complain if you were hung with a new rope. and he was probably right.

We all seem to have spring fever eh? The day you are describing is the kind of day the billowy skirts I like should stay tucked in the drawer. The wind would assault me and everyone would see my naughty bits, I would get a ticket for indecent exposure, and go to bed mad. I am tired and I doubt I am making any sense. I love spring and I think you should set this up in some verses, or maybe not- maybe just leave it like a stream of consciousness writing. Let the words blow around like the wind. xo R.

Yes, I love this time of year. I love all different times of the year too though. haha But what I'm getting at is that when winter is done and over with the best thing in the world are days like this you described. Awaiting a full summer into the fall where the beautiful transformations take place again. Then on to Winter. :) I love life at moments like this, when I read something nostaligic and inviting and so alive. Great piece. I'm glad you posted it. -blt

Such vivid images... I can picture each line developing like a polaroid picture in front of my eyes. That's what I love most about your writing - you have exactly the right words to paint the picture you want to get across and you succeed in dragging the reader into your windy street and being careful not to get squashed by the mammal as you duck just in time to miss the bird flying by... :-) Great write!

i liked this a lot when it was in your journal and am glad you posted it. the images are great. i laughed at the line about seeing the dog out of the corner of your eye. it reminded me of a Bill Cosby bit about when he's driving a long way and sort of nods off and a leaf blows in front of the car and he screams, "Oh my God, i've hit a cow!" you've described the angry weather very well, indeed.

I remember reading this in your journal and the strange this was...it was windy here to. THe you posted this and guess what it's windy again....that something. To tell you the truth on a nice spring or summer day I like windy. Such energy Such life to it.

Yeah, I remember this from your journal. Not sure what you would call this in this form...I might consider setting it up in poetry form, but it reads nicely like this anyway. If anything, I might at least break it off into a second paragraph at "The sky cried...".

Again, not sure what to call this, but it sure brings about a lot of feeling. I mean, I can see this scene on a spring day on my block. Windy days can really set the imagination free, especially for creative people like you.